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"Jack there's something that's been on my mind and I just have to get it out there and take whatever consequence becomes of it." This was it. This was the moment she had waited for. This was her opportune moment. She had to tell him everything. She had to put herself out on the farthest limb and hope beyond hope that he felt the same. That in the grand scheme of things, they were meant to be together. She loved Jack, and damn it all she was going to tell him. "Jack..."

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Two quick raps sounded at the door of the cabin indicating their arrival in Tortuga. Alina and Jack both groaned in frustration as they were yet again interrupted.

"I'm starting ta think the world is in conspiracy against us love. Every damn time we get just the smidgen of a moment alone together and all hell hasta come crashing down."

"I don't think that was hell crashing down a few hours ago." Alina smirked at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes earning a chuckle and a quick kiss in return.

"I'm fairly certain yer right on that one." Jack replied before hoisting himself out of the bed paying no heed to his state of dress...or lack thereof. He pulled his breeches up over his bare arse before tossing Alina's clothes to her. She caught them deftly as she stared into space wondering what everything could mean. Perhaps the reason she and Jack were constantly being interrupted was simply that they were not meant to be together in the first place.

Was this what Tia Dalma had forewarned? Alina's mind was working overtime, attempting to solve the conundrum. Was she meant to be with the one she loved? Would Tortuga bring about answers in a drunken stupor for her as they seemed to do for Jack? Should she obey the wanton desires of her heart or should she shuck them to the back of her mind and accept that she would be his best friend and perhaps bed warmer but nothing more than that? She was so involved with her thoughts that she didn't realize Jack was sitting in front of her on the mattress and looking at her with a somewhat disturbed expression.

"What is it love?" He asked, reaching a hand out to brush her cheek.

"Nothing Jack, let's get going to Tortuga." She replied attempting a smile.

"There was something ye were trying ta tell me wasn't there? Ye can tell me now, we don't have ta go right this second ye know." His expression turned almost hopeful as he looked at her, seemingly begging her to say something.

"It's nothing, I forgot what is was anyway, must not have been that important." Alina chuckled, getting up from the bed quickly so as to hide her face from him. For now she would think things through, maybe telling Jack now wasn't the right time. Maybe the opportune moment simply hadn't presented itself. She would tell Jack...just not right now. Unfortunately for her while she moved her face so that he could not see her, she failed to notice the look of hopelessness that crossed his face, if even for just a moment.

Grabbing a small pouch of coins that would buy her enough mugs to clear her mind of all toxins besides that of the ingested, she left the cabin with Jack following behind her holding only his compass.

Tortuga seemed to be in even higher spirits than usual as all around them, people were laughing, playing lively, quick-step music, shooting bottles off the tops of people's heads, and dunking the honest sailors, who had no choice but to veer into the island's depths, deep down into wells as some sort of guessing game.

Jack sat far in the back with his legs propped up on the table, furiously shaking his compass muttering, "I know what I want, I know what I want, I know what I want." Only to open the lid, peer inside, see the arrow point to either his mug sitting in front of him, or Alina, sitting beside him with her head buried in her palms as she nursed the fifteen mugs she chugged, then close the lid and shake it once more while repeating his mantra.

After the fifth try and still having no luck he huffed and turned to Gibbs, "How are we going?"

"Including those four? That gives us...four." Gibbs replied checking the roster, "What's your story?" He asked to the next applicant.

"My story." The man began. At the sound of his voice, Alina looked up slightly drunkenly and squinted at him. He seemed vaguely familiar but she was unable to figure out why through her drunken haze, never-the-less he continued, "It's exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind. I chased a man across the seven seas. The pursuit cost me my crew, my commission, and my life." He stole the bottle from in front of Gibbs and took a swig. Jack tried one last time to shake the compass and was entirely confused when he found it pointing to the plant beside him.

"Commodore?" Gibbs asked, also squinting as if to look through the dirt and grime that had gathered upon the dejected man's face.

"No, not anymore weren't you listening?!" James Norrington spat leaning heavily on the wooden table and glaring into Gibbs' face as he hissed, "I nearly had you all off Tripoli." At this point Jack realized the meaning of the plant and stole a leaf out of the pot as he shuffled through the crowds attempting to blend in. "I would have, if not for that hurricane!" James continued.

"Lord, you didn't try to sail through it?" Gibbs questioned.

"Sir, do I make your crew or not?" He voice hissed once more as he leaned slightly closer, towering over Gibbs who remained sitting. "You haven't said where you're going. Somewhere nice?!" He grabbed the table and threw it, scattering the roster and candle, smashing the bottle of rum, and landing Gibbs on his now bruised rear. "SO AM I WORTHY TO SERVE UNDER CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW? Or should I just kill you now?" He pointed his pistol quite calmly at Jack who was still hiding, none to cleverly, behind his leaf.

"You're hired." Jack smiled.

"Sorry, old habits and all that." However just as James cocked his pistol, two of Jack's new recruits came and saved the day.

"Easy sailor!" Cried one who grabbed his gun arm and threw it towards the ceiling.

"That's our captain you're threatening!" Cried the second who restrained James' other arm. The shot fired into the air and mass chaos ensued as an all out bar fight had begun.

"Time to go!" Jack called to Gibbs, grabbing Alina's hand and yanking her upright suddenly. She merely hiccuped in return.

"Aye!" Gibbs agreed.

Jack, pulling Alina in tow, weaved around the crowds and narrowly escaped bottles flying into the wall at his right side as he climbed up the stairs, all the while trying on hat after hat.

"My hat has three corners." He chimed after taking the hat off of the stairs and placing it on another man's head, taking the hat from that man's head in the process, "Three corners has my hat." He continued, trying on another one after accidentally pushing the last man off of the balcony. "And if it did not have three corners." He placed his current hat on the head of a man about to be flung before motioning for the 'flingers' to proceed, "It would not be my hat." He sighed as they exited the fray and made their way back to the Pearl, "As luck would have it, none of them could suit as my hat." He pouted and turned to Alina, "I miss my hat. I really do."

Alina squinted at him, assessing his current mental state and sighed, "I thought I was the one that drank all the rum, how am I more sane than you?"

"Because you failed to take into account that I am once again the exception to almost every rule in that when I am drunk I am clear and when I'm sober, I clearly need rum."

Alina scratched her head in confusion and leaned heavily against him, "What?"

"It's very simply perhaps I shall explain once more, you see-"

"Captain Sparrow!" A voice called, interrupting him. Another voice that sounded vaguely familiar to Alina. Damn it all Tortuga was not going how it was supposed to.

Not at all.

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